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Listen to Your
Starets
Each
follows a starets: books, music, art,
News,
living in the past, forming committeesFor the regulation of one’s neighbors,
Manufactured anger and resentment,
A centering prayer centered on one’s self.
But
A
starets true would lash with whips of words
These
idle idols and idler idyllsOut of the Temples given each of us,
Lives not to grasp, rather to give away,
Sunflowers harvested in September.
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